Zee Unit lyrics
by Young Zee
[Intro]
It's that new hot-off-the-press sh*t
Zee Unit
Good lookin' 50, lemme run with this one
Chuh! (Whatup [?]? Kap, what's good?)
Yeah
[Verse]
When I was broke
I whipped out on few stars, like Harold and Kumar
Made 'em jump out of their new cars, ha
You're not home we come to plug ya? Pull a gun on your mother
Or your father, we don't give a f*ck, one or the other
You soft, I get you streched like baking soda
While your girl drink my nut like Jamaican colas
I'll f*ck her first, when I'm done, my cousin squirts
Then I go in her f*cking purse and take a hundred Percs
I got this sh*t locked like Leavenworth
How it is in Heaven, it shall be on Earth
I spit a verse like the reverend, the head of the church
My b*tch a registered nurse, she pump lead from her purse
Pop sh*t? We come where you stay there and spray it
You don't die, you better lay there and fake it
Talk sh*t like you controllin' the south
Like BIG, you can't talk with them fours in your mouth
Big fifty-cal'll put a hole in your house
Kill everything livin', n*gga, it won't be a mouse